Author's Notes: 'Tis my first Bleach fanfic featuring Toushiro. I'm so proud of myself. This was inspired by the final arc of Bleach- which greatly depressed me since Bleach was one of my all time favorite anime/manga. *sobs* Anyhow, enjoy this new series. (Yeah, yeah, I know this sounds like your stereotypical Shoujo manga, but give it a chance? It'll have Shoujo and Shounen Jump-type mangas mixed together all in one story. :D)

Song: Dirty, Leggo, Revenger by Miryo featuring Narsha from BEG and Rude Paper

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Title: Winter Cold Skin, Summer Warm Blood

Summary: Suzuki Natsumi meets Hitsugaya Toushiro at the park, under the sunset. Romantic, right? Yeah, right. Only he just saved her from getting her life taken away and totally blew her off. Fate decides to be an ass to both and reunites them under complicated circumstances: Natsumi has a month to make him fall in love with her or her head will be rolling.

Rated T

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Guts, and Gore, Spoilers(?), Strong Language, Violence, Crude Humor

Genres: Action, Adventure, Angst, Comedy, Death, Drama, Family, Fluff, Friendship, Humor, Martial Arts, Mystery, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance, Psychological(?), Romance, Spiritual, Supernatural, Suspense, Tragedy, War

Main Characters: Original characters(s), Chad, Hinamori, Hitsugaya, Ichigo, Kon, Matsumoto, Orihime, Renji, Rukia, Urahara, Ishida, Yoruichi, Various

PROLOGUE: The Fated Meeting

This... was not how I planned to spend my weekend. If you think getting my scrawny ass saved by a mysterious boy with spiky white hair in a black kimono and a white haori, then you, my friend, are absolutely fucking wrong. I had not intended to provoke Fate by any chance, but it seems to love playing around with me like I'm a puppet on its strings.

But, putting that aside and focusing on the boy, I was captivated by his sudden entrance and the new, unnatural tiny snowflakes floating around us. It was like he was from another world, as if he was my... Guardian Angel. Surprisingly, he shifted his body sideways to meet my astonished gaze with his beautiful teal green eyes.

"U-uh..." I stammered, quivering in my boots," Thanks...?"

He gave me a blank look before abruptly turning and flashing out of my sight. My jaw dropped to the ground. Our encounter remained fresh in my mind, and I could still remember his white hair, teal eyes, and strange outfit as if it was just yesterday... oh... wait, it was yesterday. My best friend, Momo, seemed to persistent on finding out who my mysterious white-haired savior is.

I scowled at her, offcially annoyed by her day-dreaming of "hot and smexy" he must be. So, I decide to reprimand her on something I promptly left out.

"Dude, my savior is like a fucking ten-year-old." I bluntly stated," Hope you realize that, you pedophile."

Momo gawked at me, and I smirked at her. He probably wasn't ten, but he sure looked like it. He's probably my age. I'm thirteen, by the way. And yes, I'm too young to be cussing, but how about you try being the only girl among a house full of six men? ...Dat's what I thought, yo. Ahem. Anywhore, back to my train of thoughts.

"You're kidding, right, Sumi?" Momo said with pleading eyes which I return with a lop-sided smirk," NATSUMI! How dare you leave out the fact that he might as well be around your age!"

I should probably describe Momo, huh? Well, Momo is your everyday Japanese with black hair, brown eyes, porcelain white skin, and the doll-like features. But she's in her last year of high school while I'm in Junior High still. (Our schools are connected.) Hence her being 18 and a pedo-bear.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glowered at me and my grinning face. "I hate you so much right now." She growled.

"Aw, love you too, Momo!"I cooed mockingly.

She huffed and turned away to look down at the crowd of people from our spot a.k.a the rooftop. I munched on my rice in boredom until Momo suddenly flies out of her seat and screamed, pulling me up. I stared at her like she was insane, but she turned my head to where I was looking down where she was. And I saw somewhat familiar white hair.

In which I mimicked Momo's expression.

"Hoooooooly shet, is that..." She trailed off, dragging on the 'o'. I nodded, confirming her unfinished sentence.

Down below us about eight floors was my so-called mysterious white-haired savior.